My head hurts.
The quill keeps slipping out of my fingers as I write this. My fingers, doused in ink, throb now as this is my final retry of this journal. They are blistered and red with pain. My rushed handwriting is scrawled all over the paper, and I can hardly read it.
The date is unknown. You do not really have to know that kind of thing in this cubed world. The time is dusk, so why am I doing this? Why am I not out hunting those who trespass in our territory?
Because there are none, and the longing I have is to explain my feelings to myself. I am only human.
The fog hides me well, but on the contrary, I cannot see a thing other than what's directly in front of me. How does one's eyes pierce the low-lying clouds so well, and the other can see without? They are not human. That is what I have been told.
Rain splatters on the paper, but the ink has dried and I can still make out the words scribbled everywhere. All this seems to be a bunch of useless mumble. But even so, I continue to write. Why?
All these questions seem to begin with why. Most of them. Do I really have that many? I am not usually a girl with many words. But what vocabulary I do know has made me learn to love speaking, for it is the only way to communicate to most other humans.
Am I really only human, now that I think about it? Having been raised my entire life, or as long as I can remember, by two entities with vague human forms that only come sporadically, I tend to think about these things more often. Most humans want absolutely nothing to do with me, if they even know of me. They see me as a monster, like them. Even if I bear a bit more of a resemblance to a human than one of them, and the other could easily pass of as one if it were not for his eyes, they know me as a freak; a something they don't want to run into in the middle of the night.
How did it get so dark so quickly? The fog has disappeared as well. I rise off my ink-blackened fingers in the rain.
I can see one of them. The human one?
Hallos, and I'm back with yet another story! This is something I wrote on a server called BloodHeroes and decided to put it up.
This is my first fic from a journal pov in a while, so if it sucks because I'm writing it like that, I'll just try harder. Also, the chapters will be short because again, I'm typing this up on minecraft so just bear with me.
Well, please R&R! *decodes*
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